It's 5am and Significant Other is up already and this helps me get into gear.I'm nervous and debating if I should go to the MS/Cox Bike Ride Fundraiser. The friend told me there have been a road close so today instead of 25 miles it will be 32 miles. She mentioned alot of hills at the 3rd break point. Even after all of this nerve racking information and feeling like I'm going into surgery; I put one foot in front of the other and go through the motions of getting ready. Maybe this will give me the nerves to make a decision to go today.

We all get ready, let the dogs out so that they can take care of their business, and feed them.

We pack up in the car. We are on our way to Callaway Gardens. I call my friend and she's happy I made the decision to come. She asks if I brought my package which include the numbers with me because this is the only way I can participate; OMG, I forgot it! We are at the Jonesboro exit and Significant Others doesn't seem bothered by tuning around and going back to the house.

The packet in my workspace drawer. I run and get back into the car. We are back on the road. I'm nervous because it's 7 am and the ride starts at 8am. I read on a pamphlet in the car that no one can start after 9am, yet the official ride starts at 8am. I hope we can make it there on time. Our son forgot to bring the sandwiches I made for the occasion, so I don't have anything to eat and we don't have enough time to stop.

We arrive at 8:09 and cyclist have already started their routes. Significant Other and our son take my bike off of the bike rack. I find a restroom, my bottle of water that I put in my shirt back pocket falls into the porter potty toilet. I can't believe it! I notice the Cox tent and find a banana and healthy snack and I make sure they do not fall out of my back shirt pocket. I ride to the start line at 8:15.

I'd printed out a map during the week and remembered to bring it. S-hero C taught me to be prepared and I am somewhat there.

Thank God, they have arrows throughout the ride. After about 3 miles into this ride; two cyclist pass me and I'm along again. I read a sign that states after 8:45 that no one can pass the first break point. What does that mean? It's after 8:45 and I've come too far to turn around.

I'm finally at the break point and a lady makes a comment about me being late. I tell her I started at 8:30am and I'm a slow rider. She calls others to let them know I am here. I'm on my way!

Miles later, I notice a red arrow with the number 1 pointing in one direction and a blue arrow with number 2 pointing in other. I stop and I look at my map and see the street to follow. I notice red lights, a van, and a motorcycle. I'm thinking something has happen in the town. I proceed since this is the street on the map and I want to follow the number 1 sign instead of 2 in this case. They are breaking down the tent. This is the rest stop, I take a banana and orange. I hear someone say what if I had a mountain bike. I guess this is their joke because I'm the last cyclist, however, there is another female cyclist passing by on a hybrid bike, but she didn't stop. I didn't feel too bad.

Once I finished, the van called SAG follows me. Shortly after, on the highway I stop and get off my bike because I notice my computer has stop. I guess when I walked it through the damp grass at the break point it stop working. I couldn't keep working on it. I had to jump on the bike and keep it moving. At the break point, one of the ladies told me that the next break point is 16 miles. I rode 9.75 miles to get to this one.

About 5 miles down the road, I signal to the SAG van, he pulls over. I ask if he has water.He is my savivor. I drink and stretch before getting back to this ride.

The inclines are challenging. I rest as I ride on the downhills. There are times there is nothing around but the open road and the SAG van behind me, sometimes a dragon fly or a butter fly. I invited any thing to entertain me on this long highway; any glimspe of excitement. I notice a do not enter sign and seconds later I hear gun shots. Now, I thank God for the SAG van that is trailing behind me. They call him the turtle. Beforehand I wanted him to go around me.

I wonder how much further is it to the next break point. I pass cows, a group of horses, they look at me as I look at them. I thank God for the scenery.

I finally see a sign that states 2 miles to the next break point. Sometimes I think of getting in the van, but I can't stop now, I'm too close. This road is like a roller coaster. There have been hills from break point 1. I get a breather and here is another hill. OMG!

There are cyclist at the second break point, I'm assuming from the 60 or 100 miles ride catetory. I eat more bananas and a orange and take a visit to the porter potty.

7.9 miles to go before reaching the finish line. The hill are much more steep and I'm at my lowest gear and taking my time. Cyclist are passing me and shouting to me great words of support. One cyclist call out, Keep peddling! Others shout, You are almost there; you on the home stretch!

A gentlemen on a motorcycle says I have 2 miles to go. I get a call on my cell and it's my friend who rode yesterday. She has other friends that have finished an hour ago and will wait until I finish before she leaves. She ask for a description of my family. 2 miles seems like 4, but I don't stop. I begin to notice these sights from earlier and now I know where I am. I'm near the finish line. I'm about to cross over and hear the announcer shout,"Here is a cyclist finishing from Cox." I wave! I see a lady in a wheel chair, I see my family and my friend taking pictures. I've never had a dream of even attempting to do anything like this in my life. I just bought this bike in July 2010 and could only ride 4 miles and look at me now! I did it! 32 miles on Sunday 12, 2010.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Steel Magnolias(survivor team)and Upholders (supporter team), we both came in 3rd place for the second race.

I have to leave before the finals, so that the family and can make it to Callaway Gardens for the MS/Cox Bike Fundraiser, yet Significant Other and I have a spat by the time we make it home. I'm too tired and upset to drive to Callaway with our son so Significant Other and I come to an agreement that tomorrow morning we will head to Callaway Gardens to the fundraiser.

Shortly after, I call a friend that registered me in the fundraiser. She says it's was an extremely challenging ride on Day 1 and she debated riding tomorrow. I’m afraid now and have talked myself into not going. I’m so afraid, however, I have participaed in the fundraiser for this event and have told friends that I will ride and have announced this information on Face Book and Twitter. If I don’t I will never know what I can accomplished. And S-hero C has trained me well. What would she say if I don't go? I take this to my dreams.

Significant other shakes me and says, "It's 5am, time to get up." I feel like I just closed my eyes. Give me at least 15 more minutes I want to say, but I know better. I need to get up now if I want to make the festival on time. Thank God, I'd prepared lunches, got the chairs, clothes and my gear together.

It’s the family and me today. Our son told me earlier in the week that he is excited about the festival. I walk to his room to wake him up. He barely moves. This is too early in the morning for the both of us. Significant other is the only 5am early riser in this family.

The dogs are let out to take care of their business, fed and happy.

We have packed everything in the car and are ready to ride to Lake Lanier. We stop half way there to fill up on fuel. I purchase a cup of cappuccino. I’m still sleepy after drinking half of it. I know if I drink the entire thing; I will have to stop again and we have to get there on time. Our son is sitting up asleep in the backseat. What a sight.

We have arrived at the festival. It getting crowded in the parking area already and it just 6am. There are many places set up to eat and play games. This is going to be a great day. I can feel it already. I look for the Atlanta Dragon Race booth as Significant other and our son find a seat.

Friday, September 17, 2010

ThirstI am your flowerYou are my lightI need you to flourishYour touch, your kiss keeps me nourishedWithout them my heart will acheMy only survival is your connection I stand in front of your open and exposedWaiting to be stimulated by youI thirst for your wisdom to rain on meSoak me with your knowledgeSurround me with your raysFor I will bloom indefinitely

The doorbell rings .The dogs bark and I open the door. I am dressed before S-hero arrives this time. Today we are riding to the Decatur Book Festival. Later in the day around 2pm, we will ride to Peachtree Street to a Hotel to see one of my friends featured Short Film.It’s a chill in the air and I hate cold weather. Yet, I’m moving pass my comfort zone and I know my body temperature will adjust. This ride is so relaxing and gorgeous! It amazing how many things I miss in a neighborhood because I usually drive a car. I notice I’ve witnessed so much more on a bike. The rhythm of the neighborhood breathes. Each block; street has its own personality. Reynolds Town is known for its graffiti. I’m surprised to say it a smooth ride with one major hill and I didn’t mind it so much because of the beauty!We make it to Downtown Decatur at 9:45am and eat at Thumbs Up in the area. Great service! We head over to the event, and I’m only interested only in the children’s section of the festival. There is a parade about to start. Girls are dressed as lady bugs and the boys are dressed as beetles. The mascot lady bug starts the parade, a mini size fire truck follows as S-hero C and I walk in the crowd. I excitedly take pictures of a medium sized dog dressed like a lady bug.We sit at the children’s tent and listen to a popular ladybug story being read by a lady from a local bookstore. It’s time to leave, so that we can make it to my friend’s event. I make a last stop and purchase a book at the festival called, “Ruth and the Green Book.” I hear it’s been reviewed in the New York Times. Amazingly the author looks familiar and after talking to him I realize I met him before through my literary mom.

S-hero C and I take the train so that we can make it on time and watch my friend’s film. It is wonderful! This is my first time seeing any of her work and I’m so proud of her. See is a fantastic talent!After her film, we watch one more and leave to make it back to my home. What an incredible day!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The first weekend of ever month, a group of woman called Heels on Wheels ride on Peachtree Street from the hours of 6:30pm to 9pm. After the ride, a place to eat is determined by the group.

This time neither of my S-hero's are attending. I would feel better if they had come.

After getting off at the Five Points Station; I'm too nervous to ride my bike on Peachtree Street, so I walk it to Woodruff Park where the ladies will meet up for the group ride. I had enough of the cab driver cursing at me on yesterday and his ill wishes towards me, like he hoped I die on my first time taking the train to Peachtee Center and riding to work. I find out later the reason he cursed was that I indeed made an illegal turn on Baker Street. My feelings are more hurt about making an illegal turn because I believe in safety. And yes, his words did get to me; my spirit is still a little bruised.

Today, there are only one woman waiting with her bike as I show up. Others slowly come ,but it is not as nearly as many women as last month. I find out that the ride starts at 6:30 pm. The leader of the group hasn't shown until 6:45 and now I know what it feels like to wait for a person.

She brings a boom box with her, and she needs D batteries so we all ride to Five Points so that she can purchase.

On Peachtree Street, it is pretty crowded because of Dragon Con and a couple of football games. The group ride pass Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles restaurant and a young lady from the resturant yells, "Hey look a boom box!" Someone in our group says, "Out of all of the people with costumes on from Dragon Con, she points out at our boom box"! Thank God for it because I'm not as nervous on this street.

After the ride, one of the ladies decides that we eat at Loca Luna Restaurant in the Piedmont. My only concern is how am I going to get home once it turns dark. Some of the ladies will stay and dance. Others have left already.

I call significant other and a ride is offered to me. What a nice way to spend a Saturday evening, yet it's even better that I do not have to ride back home on my own.

S-hero C rings the doorbell at 6:59 am, the dogs bark like crazy and significant other opens the door for me as I run around getting ready. My stomach hurts and I can’t stay out of the restroom. Thank God significant other and S-hero C get along so well! I have time! S-hero see is showing our route on Google map as I have no idea what’s in store for me today. We ride to apart of the Belt Line in the West End area. I did realize this area existed and it’s right under my nose. I tell S-hero C that we have to go back. I’ve lost my new bike computer. She quiet and I’ve learned that is an indication she is pissed. (I hate that word but I’m going to use it anyway) “That is $30 you will have to eat. Each time you lose an item are you going to turn back around?” he asks, I’m determined to get this computer. “I just bought it! I tell her.” It’s on the curb not too far away from where the BeltLine starts. She instructs me on how to secure the bike computer.

We ride to Ashley train near Martin Luther King Jr Street. We are traveling to her hood (as she calls it) to Dunwoody station. We ride on a bike path. I tell her the area is so clean and she agrees with the smoothing smile. I can tell she is pleased with my observation. We travel on our bikes pass a team playing soccer. Two extremely fit men stand behind a sign that reads, FREE BOOTCAMP. “OMG! Are you serious,” I yell out to them and they call out, “it won’t be too bad.” “I try to keep up with S-hero C and this is enough workout for me,” I reply.

Down the road, she shows me an undeveloped area; a part of the bike path. After riding to a particular neighborhood, she asks. “Do you know where you are?” “No,” I reply. She explains what’s in front of me. I’m too tired to enjoy the scenery at this point from the incline we just encountered. “The AT&T King and Queen Buildings,” she says. “Oh, I couldn’t see them for trying to catch my breath” I whisper. On this street, she introduces me to the Ashwoody’s (as she calls them) OMG! I want to give up; this street goes on forever on an incline! The only thing that keeps me going is the stop sign that twinkles at me. I’m light headed as I take a much needed break. The next street isn’t as bad, but bad enough. These streets have the highest hills ever! I will never forget the Ashwoody’s as long as I live! I pull out my camera and take pictures of these monstrous streets before we move on. S-hero C gives me a talk and now I’m really nervous. We cross an intersection and there is DEEP downhill to tackle. My stomach falls to only where the universe knows. I’m really calling God now with ever cell I know about that exist in my body. There is NO feeling of a rush for me that S-hero always describes. There is NO FUN at this point! God, why am I here, I ponder as the wind whips around me, and screams in my ear. I had church on this bike this Sunday!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Since I'm not going to the Dragon Boat Race practice, but going to celebrate with my literary mom on her accomplishment. I need to replace the exercise time. I decide to ride my bike, but I can't be a baby and ask S-hero C to come over to my side of town to ride with me for only 30 minutes. I get up the nerves and ride in my area to Oakland City Train Station. I get back to prepare for the event. Significant other gives me a ride to Downtown Decatur. I get there a little after 10am. It isn't crowded. I walk with a dozen of white roses behind my back and hands them to literary mom. She is surprised and loves them

One of literary mom's children's books has been chosen for 25 Books Every Young Georgia Should Read. After staying at the event, mom invites her friends and family to eat at a near-by restaurant. I want add a small pancake to my order of a shrimp wrap, but I know to placing a side order will be too much.

I believe it was the manager also checking on our table. I asks his name because he has a great personality. Shortly after, he comes back to the table with a plate of pancakes. No one ask for them, I only thought of them. Wow, from just a thought, he brings pancakes! The universe is wonderful!

Today on August 22, I need to find out if I'm physically capable of riding 30 miles for the MS/Cox Bike Ride Fundraiser on September 12. I've only rode 7 miles so far since purchasing my bike a little over a month ago.

Outdoorsy s-hero met up with S-hero Cyclist last night, she's allowing me to borrow her bike rack so that s-hero C and I can meet up with her and another lady including the friend from the restaurant on yesterday.

6am we have to be there, yeah right, but I got to do this so I"m up before S-hero C gives me a wake up call at 5:15am. It's a challenge putting my bike in the car, I take off the wheel , and drive towards S-hero C way, I miss the exit to get to her and attempt to go the way we hung out the night before. I'm lost and it's 5:40am. I call S-hero O and she says,"why didn't you take Peachtree St. there?"

I call S-hero C and she gives me directions again, I'm lost in the train station area, Oh God, my sense of direction sucks! And I need gas, so in web of my confusion I back track to the gas station. I call S-hero C again and she says, you should be here by now." I call S-hero O because I know she will not wait on me at the trail.

We finally get there about 7:15am and they mention they are not too far on the path and have slowed their pace so that we can catch up ,but I'm having bike issues from taking my front wheel off so many times since the purchase. I need a bike rack. S-hero C is frustrated because my shift gears aren't working properly;they are out of alignment, my brakes are extremely loud as I stop and my seat is not tight. Things are falling apart. I'm off the bike again, S-hero O is calling. I tell her not to wait up. S-hero C says we have to turn around and calls Bicycle South to see if they are opened, but I'm willing to repair the bike, even though I'm not mechanically inclined. Nothing is working and I'm thinking I broke a screw, I'm now defeated! S-hero C shows me that isn't and I'm back into business. We are on our way!

At 7 miles, I see s-hero O for 2 seconds speeding by us going back to the parking area, she has to leave to pick up a friend from the airport.

At 15 miles, I see the other friend from the restaurant with her friend going back.

At 20 miles, my butt is hurting and I need a restroom break. Thank God we find one!

At miles 25,26 and 27, I'm asking, "How many more miles do we have?" "The longer you take, the longer it takes" calls out S-hero C.

There are times I have to take a break for water, stretch my legs, and at mile 28 my hands are numb. I"m slapping my butt to get blood flow again. I can't stop anymore. I'm too close to mile 30 and each time I stop it appears to get harder to get into a nice rhythm again.

"You've made 30 miles!" I finally hear s-hero C say. I can't believe that I've accomplished anything of this magnitude!

Standing in the parking lot after the ride; I'd never felt my legs shake like this before. I didn't know if it was a sign that I would pass out or not. I've never worked physically at this level in my life! I tell s-hero C, my legs are kickstand. "No, your legs are feeling like legs, she replies.

She hugs me and says, I'm very proud of you. Now, let's get your bike to the shop.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

I knew better, but I had to celebrate Tambor’s 1st anniversary of House Music parties last night. Yet, four hours of sleep doesn't agree with me.

Okay, now I’m up and getting ready to meet Outdoorsy S-hero at her place for the Dragon Boat Race practiced. I need to be there by 7:45am, and I have called her to tell her I'm in route, and its 7:46am. I'm in her parking lot at 7:50am, and I call her on her cell phone. She tells me she had left me. Not again! Then she says she's in the parking lot. What a cruel joke! I'm really trying here.

As we ride to Lake Lanier, it begins to rain, she drives, the rain pours and it’s now questionable if we should continue. She asks me to dial certain contact numbers of a couple of team members; no one answers. She decides that we will continue to go to the lake and see if anyone shows, if not we will drive back and have breakfast and go to REI Sporting Goods Store. I need a pair of biking shorts. I'm tired of blister's the size of an egg on my butt. And I’m tired of icing it and just plain ole tired of having soreness back there for almost an entire week, even after the healing power of an Epsom Salt bathe.

Upon arrival, in the building upstairs, we find other team members there. We practice in a workout area, I'm sure this place shined from newness and excitement at the 1996 Olympics. Today, it's still in good shape.

The leader of the team decides we should practice by pulling 10 chairs on each side together as if we are in the boat. With surprise, after she calls different drills for the upcoming race; I’m sweating. I think I’m the only one. But after practice, O'S-hero says she got a good workout as well.

It stops raining during practice; however, some of the ladies have to leave. We need at least 10 members to get on the boat and go out on the lake. I’m saddened that we can’t go because there’s nothing like working against water as a team. Well, I guess it won’t happen this week.

After practice, I get a great pair of biking shorts on sale at REI. Shortly after, we have lunch at R.Thomas. I call a friend to join us. We have great conversation until I become a target of their discussion after I give a recap of the night before at the House Music Party. Am I a flirt or just friendly? I felt like being on the boat at practice a few weeks past all over again.

I went home to get ready for S-hero C. She invited significant other (sweetie) and me to dinner this week; however sweetie had to go out of town to visit family. Instead my son and I made plans to meet S-hero C for dinner. After picking her up from her piece of the pie in the sky (as she calls it) we chose to eat at a festive fine dining Mexican restaurant in her area.

We share a lovely night, with great conversation and incredible food. She helps me back to her place and my son and I make it back home. I make it home at a decent hour to get some rest before the big day ahead.

My eyes open. Light is outside of the window. I ask significant other the time. The doorbell rings. The dogs bark. I jump up from the bed. Significant other opens the door as I rush around getting my gear together as I get dress. I'm late again. If only I had more rest, more time.

20 minutes later, significant other waves us off as I follow S-hero. She picks her bike up with one hand and walks down the porch stairs. I'm still clumsy with mine, but working on it!

S-hero cyclist and I ride in the neighborhood streets. This ride is great! And then there comes hills, massive ones and this isn't fun anymore. I can't enjoy the scenery for trying to endure these HILLS. Yet, I get a glimpse after catching my breath. A cemetery, beautiful tress, hidden cozy houses that shows themselves in the city of East Point. Yet another hill interrupting the gorgeous scenery that I now have to exchanged for sweat, and lungs grabbing for oxygen.

S-hero signals for me to make a turn into a secluded area, A place where cyclist race; Dick Lane Velodrome. An amazing place, a new world opens for me. We park our bikes and take a seat on the bleachers. Still early, some cyclist are parking, some preparing themselves for what it is to come ahead. It began to mist; pure beauty. We are on our journey once again.

Thumps Up for breakfast. The catfish is tasty. I feel I can work it off. I need fuel for this ride. S-hero informs me we will travel to my job. On the main street, vehicles are driving so close to us. Not everyone is going around. I am happy when there is a street we can turn onto with less traffic; a safe haven to my nerves. And the hills aren't as steep. S-hero C says she can show me some hills and that hills makes one stronger. Oh well, with my stamina, this is enough hills for me.

The ride going towards downtown is not as bad. Yet there are inclines along the way and I still don't it.

We make it to my building. After, we ride our bikes to Georgia Aquarium, there she shows me how to use resources, like clean restrooms, water fountains, and a rest area. We ride back to my home. Once inside, I chime to significant other as S-hero smiles at me and says, "Well done!"

For more information on the cyclist track in Georgia go to: dicklanevelodrome.com

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Outdoorsy s-hero does not play, she told me the night before to be at her place at 7:45 am, yet I was in my drive way at home at 7:45 and I should have been in her parking lot at her place. Well, I got left again so I had to drive. So, I thought I had time anyway. I stopped and got breakfast and coffee because I was sleepy from partying late last night. I noticed I miscalculated the time and didn't know if I should turn around and come back home or keep driving to practice. I decided to see what would happen and made it to Lake Lanier. In the parking lot I noticed everyone was the on the boat. I ran as fast as I could! Someone yelled from the boat, "don't forget your life jacket!"

I was in seat #9 since I wasn't there for the seating assignment.(I guess my punishment for not being on time) Oh well, I deserved it! We worked on a power run to get ready for my festival on Sept. 11. It was the most challenging thing for me. Since I was the back of the boat, I had a chance to notice many teammates technique were all wrong, I couldn't understand why the week prior as I sat in seat 3, so many teammates were on my case about my mistakes with on technique. I may be a sour sport, but I don't have the passion anymore for the team.

After practice, I spoke to outdoorsy s-hero. We said our goodbyes because she had a meeting. I cranked my car and nothing happened; I'd left the lights on and it began to pour rain. I scramble to find my cell before s-hero left. I caught her before she pulled out of the parking lot. I'm so happy that she pulled over and helped! Thank God! I had cables, but I had no idea what went where. I had to call significant other to instruct me over the phone and s-hero knew what to do. It began to pour more and luckily I had an umbrella(I barely use the things) I prefer to walk in the rain during the summer months, but I don't care for a downpour.

I drove home after pulling my wet pants off in the car and pulled my shirt down as far as I could. Finally, I had to throw my wet pants over my legs to cover myself from the 18 wheelers, as I drove back to Atlanta.

Half asleep the phone ranged. Significant other got a call from friends to meet them at a party. Too tired to go, the friends asked if I would go. Even though, I felt it was no turning back from dream land, and I had to get my rest for the dragon boat practice the next morning, I couldn't allow this party to go on without me. My reputation was at stake. I'd never turn down a party! Significant other surprised me and got up to get dress as well. I couldn't believe it!

About an hour later, we showed up at a restaurant turned club on Peachtree Street. It cost $20 to get in! I thought it better be worth it.

Inside, no one was in the club! Are you kidding me! I had to use the restroom and found the ladies room. Some guys escorted me in and it was filled with men. It looked like it was where they hung out for conversation. One of the guys who escorted me in said, "Believe me, these boys do not want you!" I was cool with that, I just had to pee!

I saw boys packed on each other on the other side of the club. I was told the empty side would opened soon. Once opened, no one danced. Most guys talked or ordered drinks at the bar. I didn't know what was going on, I thought people came to a club to dance. I went to the bartender to see if the empty floor was intended for dancing . I needed to know the rules of the club. I didn't want to look too out of place. He assured me it was.

Significant other and I stepped on the dance floor and grooved to the music(great D.J) and others filled the floor and danced. It was the weirdest thing to me that people would wait for someone to make the first move.

One of significant other friends came on the dance floor as the other talked to boys in the club.

I didn't stay long because I knew how tired significant other had been. It was a cute,short and sweet night.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

This week, I made it to seat 3, however, my dragon boat race practice did not go well. My technique was off.

One lady in the seat in front of me said she would switch seats with her boat partner on the opposite side of her. In a joking way, I said, why does everyone switch seats when they sit in front of me. She said, "I'm changing to work on my left stroke." My s-hero proceeds to sit behind me and tell me what to do. Some of the other team members join in and give me more pointers. One male shouts out directions to me. I tell him I thought that was I was doing and asked him what was I doing wrong? He said, I wasn't watching you. So why did he give me pointers if he wasn't watching my technique? The team leader even stopped the boat and I had to show the stroke by myself. At this point I felt like, oh yeah, pick on the black female! Even though I'm open to learning,this did not feel good, all eyes were on me! I was close to my breaking point.

After practice, s-hero told me she sat behind me because some of the other team members were talking about me behind my back and others were indirectly making sharp remarks. And as a friend, she wasn't going to allow me to struggle like that and not do anything about it. I felt horrible and I didn't know if I wanted to come back. It really hurt that some of them were whispering about me, but they were not upfront when I asked a question if they were speaking about me.

Two weeks ago, I struggled getting a new technique that was introduced to the group. Some of the team members got my name wrong, calling me my s-hero's name, I heard one of them ask my boat partner to get my name(after we introduced ourselves) she even gave them her name. I continued to allow them to call her name until they finished and turned around and said, my name is Colette!

After practice, s-hero, her friend and I went to eat at R Thomas. After eating I rushed home because I didn't have my bike with me. (I was left by getting a ride from s-hero this morning because I was running late again. Surprisely, I was right behind her as she pulled up to the practice parking lot of Lake Lanier.)

At the house, I got help from significant other by getting the bike in the car. I only had time to freshen up, change clothes, and get back to s-hero's place downtown in time. She drove to Mitchell St. for a bike safety class and after went on my first group ride for women called Heels on Wheels. We started at Woodruff Park and I was so nervous; I think I was shaking. At certain times of the ride, I gained confidence and other times seemed like a close call. A car too close, the light changing and I didn't know if I could make it in time. My seat wasn't tight enough and I had to keep up with the group. Cyclist s-hero met us at the group ride and she was next to me at times, so after awhile I had no choice other than to stop. It was nice, 3 other women pulled over to assist including s-hero cyclist and she tighten my seat for me. One of the ladies dropped her back pack and a man on the Peachtree Street called to give it to her. There are still kind people in the world.

Our group rode on Peachtree Street pass 14Th St. and wrapped around ending on Edgewood to eat. We had to split the group, there wasn't enough bike parking in the pizza parlor. The company of women and the meal was great but I missed significant other.

It turned into my first night ride back to the headquarters on Mitchell St. After it was over at 10pm, I realized I loved this adventurous day!

I took an Epsom salt bathe Sunday night. I have to find a place to get a massage in town!

The inches are shedding; it’s amazing. I've been keeping up with exercising; well not really, after the dragon boat race practice on Saturday and the cycling on Sunday, it takes me a week to recoup before I go do it all over again, however, my morning regimen is consistent.

I’m telling you the universe is no joke, if you say you want something and write it down, it will come!! I"m more adventurous and the pounds are finally melting off!

Also, today as my co-worker and I walked towards Peachtree Center for lunch, I saw policemen blocking people off from a certain area on the side of Peachtree Street and Harris St. I didn't know what was going on until I asked a lady on the street.She pointed to the President’s car parked near the white tent and said he was having lunch inside which they had blocked an area off for him from the crowd.

Shortly after, my co-worker and I continued on our walk to lunch. We pushed our way through to the food court. We went into my favorite restaurant, Willy's which has been a daily fix for me for the last few months.

There were 2 secret service men standing in line in front of us and, of course I talked to closest one to us; they were as beautiful as Roman gods. I told him to keep up the good work in protecting the president and that I loved President Obama.He thanked me, showing his incredible smile.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Cyclist s-hero confirmed with me on yesterday that she will be at my home at 7am. I was so tired from the Saturday activities before going to bed, so I didn’t know how I would get up on time.

She rings the doorbell at 6:57am. OMG, I have 3 more minutes, what is going on? The dogs are barking like crazy. I run to the door and open it telling her I have time (yeah right, I'm not ready yet!) She is patience enough to wait for me. It takes me 8 minutes and we are ready to go. She asks did I have my map to lead bike ride this time. No, I answer but I kind of remember how to get to our destination.

I'm up for the ride and I lead most of the session this time. We ride from my house in the Historic West End to East Point. I have a new respect for cyclist. I thought it would take no time, however, on the bike with the hills, slops and the even streets, my muscles in my legs burns and I think I can't make it at one point, I need a break!!! We take one and it is time to get up and keep moving because these days have been extra hot and humid. We get to Thumbs Up about 8am.

I’ve never been here so early, it looks strange to me, almost empty. It's mostly crowds of people with long waiting lines when I've been here in the past.

Cyclist s-hero friend has a large breakfast; she says food is fuel. I have a veggie bagel with a slice of cold salmon on the side. Aww, the food brings me back to life!

We ride back to my house and I retrieve my Marta card there, this is the day she will ride to my job with me, we talked about it last Sunday on my first ride with her.( I forgot about this.) We take the train from the West End Station to Peachtree Center.

We can only get so far in my building, so we walk back to Peachtree St. She tells me about free weekends at the High Museum of Art and give me a friendly challenge to ride there with her. Me on Peachtree Street? She gives me a lesson telling me that the cyclist who ride this street is chic and fast. Yeah, me riding an hybrid bike cycle and legs that look more like jelly? Me on Peachtree Street? The only thing I do on this street is walk across the street for lunch. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to walk and try other adventurous things(which haven’t been much) but I will try it. I get an A for heart, right? Can you believe I'm riding from Peachtree Center train station to the High Museum of Art?

She yells commands like, "stay on my heels, move, move, move." A huge bug hits me in the face and I try not to fall off my bike. Instead, a scream escapes me.

Around 7th Street, I have to take a break; a mini meltdown follows. I point to her and tell her she's crazy, a speed demon and I am crazy too!

I have no idea that we have gotten so far and thank God for red traffic lights, I’ve never loved them so much. We have to make a left hand turn to get to the High and I am so frightened, she commands, “Keep up” and I scream her name. I look behind me and it's traffic! It looks like a traffic pile up, but not on a Sunday, maybe it's my nerves! OMG!!!! What is wrong with me?!!!!

We take a long break in the shade at the High, I announce to cyclist friend that I can’t ride back to Peachtree station. She tells me we can ride to the train station behind us. I have to follow her, she picks up her bike and walks down the steps like it was made of aluminum foil.

I pick up my bike. My legs feel like cooked pasta. I'm so sore, but I do the best I can. My arms shake as I try to lift this object above my head and look as confident and refreshed as she does.

We ride over to the train station which is the easiest ride of the day. In the station, she is going to ride back to help me on my street to get home safe, but I tell her I can do it. I take the back road to my house. It's a poor decision; I still have to take the main road and practice many things she has taught me about cycling with the traffic! OMG!!!!

I made it home and one piece, she calls to check on me and tells me I did a fantastic job and I rode 7 miles today, it seemed like 100 miles to me.

I rode to Lake Lanier with my outdoorsy, s-hero friend for our Dragon Boat Race practice. This week I made it to seat #4 (I’m assuming this is a good position) I heard the area is the power of the boat.

After practice, I went home, plopped on the couch and fell asleep.I got up to get ready to meet my s-hero, outdoorsy, friend; her friend, and my belly dancing friend for the House Music party at Piedmont. We were supposed to have met at 5pm, yet I got there at 7:30. My belly dance friend was already their wowing the crowd with her pink long fitting dress with Marilyn Monroe snapshots images all over her dress. Beautiful!

She and I hugged. After I went directly to the dance floor and swayed to the music. I hadn’t gotten deep into the rhythm of the music, but the sun was strong enough for me to pour with sweat.

I danced most of the night, only resting once. I hope I’ve lost 10 lbs.

Later in the evening, belly dance friend and I went to R. Thomas. I had a wonderful Mango salad; it was so good I had to get one to go.

Friday, July 30, 2010

After work, today a co-worker and I are going to a Mexican Restaurant in the Castleberry district! Hopefully, significant other has made it home to take care of the pets.

I have to get in bed early so that I can get up early Saturday morning. I have a vigorous exercise weekend. I have a dragon boat race practice. This is my 4th week peddling with a team of incredible cancer survivors and supporters. Last week was my first competition. And my first time driving up to the lake by myself. Usually, I ride up to Lake Lanier with my shero, however this week, she went to compete at a national level with half of our team in Chattanooga TN. Well, I got lost getting there and didn't realize it until the team leader who so graciously helped me with directions came to me before the race and after me being on a boat to practice; I was on the wrong boat!

We came in second place and the boat I was suppose to be on came in last. What a great experience!!! On my way back my 1996 Jeep Cherokee got too hot and broke down. Significant other had to come help me get off an exit. While I waited I sat in the car and read a book. I had to stay calm. I found out Wednesday after taking it to My favorite Mechanic, that it would cost $4500 for a new motor so the time has come that I need a new car. I bought my ride from Craig's List because I didn't want a car note. I kept saying, "I don't want a car note." I believe in the law of attraction and look I now need a car. I should have said my red Jeep will last me for 2 more years instead. Oh well,

I bought a hybrid bike 2 weeks ago and a avid bike rider who has become a recent friend came over and showed me how to ride my new blue toy. My blue toy and I will become more acquainted because she will help me get to work in the months to come. I will learn how to stay on a budgeting, and how to get to my destination in a timely matter and the most important goal for me will come true, I will be the most fit woman ever!

Later on Saturday, I'm dancing evening away at the Green House Music Festival at Piedmont Park. I LOVE HOUSE MUSIC!!!

On Sunday I'm getting up to be ready to go bike riding with my avid bike rider friend.

I've got to get some writing in somewhere in between!!!

Hope I have enough energy to come back on Monday to work ready to get the calls out of Que. Whew!!!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

I'm very grateful and I'm just breathing and flowing in it.

This is my second week with the breast cancer survivors and support group in their Dragon Boat racing team. I've never been apart of a team in my life and I feel great to join this team of incredible, fearless women and their supporters!

I'm losing inches, and my body is moving much more fluent; feeling lighter.

I purchased my first bike, helmet and lock from Bike South and decided to join Bike MS Cox team with a friend on yesterday. I've never rode more than 6 blocks in my life. Sept.11-12 in Callaway Gardens, I will ride 25 miles on day 1. And day 2, 35 miles. OMG, what am I thinking!

This evening, I'm going to a book signing this evening to check out an author by the name of Daniel Black after work. But, I will work out at the company's gym before I go(got to stay stick to the plan).

Friday, July 2, 2010

Life is beautiful! I want to experience every good thing here on this magnificent place called Earth, while I am here traveling in this physical form, yes, it is a blessing! Trees are beautiful and there are so many I want to see in other parts of the world; Mother Africa, China, The Caribbean Island and in every remote area. What if each ancestor was a tree? I’d definitely make sure I’d visit them all. I want to meet people from other cultures, visit their communities, and listen to their stories about their families, country and other things that mean life to them.

God has even me a gift; to love people and write about it; this is one of them….

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I struggle to meditate, yet this morning I got up early enough to sit and spend some time within. Afterwards, I even had enough time to walk to the train station which is about 20 minutes away from my home. Finally, I’m up early enough to get some exercise.

Yet, close to the train station, I'm running out of time to take the train I normally ride to get to work if I had drove; I have to put more fuel to my step.

Before I’d noticed, a city bus passed me; I feel more rushed knowing that I will be even more late. I feel guilty that I didn’t turn around to see the bus in time.

As I calm my thoughts, I notice across the street a group of black birds flying around near the side wall of the mall. I stop in my tracks after I saw something large scoop behind the low wall like a whale gliding underneath the tides. His wing span long, could it be a falcon?

He has something weightless and limp in his massive claws as he sits on a huge pole. I think it's blue jeans, shorts, or a t-shirt (time to get my head out of the city life) it is a limp pigeon.

Wow, a falcon has hunted near one of the most urban malls in the city; West End Mall.

I’m looking at nature at its rawest form. The Animal Planet in living view and I am the camera woman recording; this ingrained in my mind forever. I didn’t see the kill, but I saw the aftermath. I'm shock as I watch him sit on the pole as the small black birds are loud with alarm swirling around him and his kill.

I cross the street trying not get hit by on-going traffic to get a closer look.

I'm surprised, he didn’t fly off.

He's the largest bird I’ve seen up close. If I had taken the bus I would had missed this natural act.

Later that day, I researched online falcon animal totems and it stated:

It encourages us to calculate and strategize. If we have a goal, Falcons beckon us to make plans and strategies to obtain these goals. Falcons are all about focus - strong, one-pointed focus. When they show themselves to us, we are being called to focus on our desires and our goals, and do what is necessary to bring our desires into our reality.

The fact that the Falcon is a solar creature could mean there is something in your life that you are highly passionate about, and the Falcon is asking you to take action on this passion. But be smart about it - don't jump into something without doing research and planning. Make your passion a reality by pursuing it methodically and as strategically as the Falcon would pursue his hunt.

Monday, May 24, 2010

He is beautiful, strong and black as the crow that calls my name at 3am to go on a mystical ride. We fly together and sing-off key and no one cares.He comforts and tells me not to fear that I am strong, brave and I will be a success. He says I am vessel, and people will hear their thoughts and cleanse their tears and come alive again and not merely assist, but fly like us.They will become apart of the sky,rivers, streams and train tracks as they ride on their journeys. They will sing we are one, we are reflections of the greatest one; the beam within.

Friday, May 21, 2010

I’ve been out from work for a week under doctor’s care after experiencing wrist pain. I was at home and extremely depressed.

Entering data information in a fast-paced sales environment for 12 years and recently adding the stress by coming home and typing manuscripts to I improve my creative writing skills, I may have potential carpal tunnel. As I wait on my x-ray results I’ve been trying to keep a positive outlook,heal physical,and mentally.

I’ve been hearing an owl in the large oak tree near my bedroom which is in the northwest area of the house. Each morning upon rising,she is hooting as the wind stir the wood chimes on the sun porch near my room. I wonder what this message to me.

I needed an understanding what this owl was telling me so I got up and turned on the computer and researched:

The owl is the symbol of the feminine, the moon and the night.The owl is the bird of magic and darkness, of prophecy and wisdom. An owl totem gives you the power to extract secrets.Meditate on the owl and things will be revealed.Listen to its voice inside of you.You will hear not what is being said by others, but what is hidden. You can detect subtleties of voice that others cannot.People cannot deceive a person who has an owl totem.Owl people can see into the darkness of others souls.Most owl people are clairvoyant because of this ability.It can be very scary at times.Learn to trust your instincts about people.Let your owl totem guide you.

Owls know when to move silently and when to be still, which makes them the keepers of secrets. These solitary birds don't feel the need to proclaim their presence to anyone until the timing is right. Owl comes to us when we need to open our eyes, and study the situation at hand. If we watch and listen with our inner selves we can figure out what is happening behind the scenes, and confront those who are trying to deceive us at the appropriate time.

The owl represents wisdom and higher education. Because of the owl's keen eyesight it considered to be a great visionary. It also has superb hearing. As a totem it can reveal clairaudient and clairvoyant abilities. This nocturnal bird is called "The Keeper of Dark Secrets." The owl totem has a connection to the dark side and the dead. The owl is associated with superstition and magical powers. Whenever an owl appears or you hear an owl screech in the night it may be that a secret will soon be revealed to you. Also, if a secret is shared with you in confidence, the owl serves as a reminder to honor that knowledge and keep the secret private.

The Element: Owl people are influenced by the element fire, an element symbolizing spontaneity, enthusiasm, and idealism. However, in Owls, fire does not burn wildly and uncontrolled. It glows quietly and softly. The power of fire is used to acquire spiritual knowledge.

The Clan: Owl belongs to the Hawk clan, which makes Owl people levelheaded and farsighted. They strive for deeper understanding. The driving force behind them is a quiet and lasting inner fire. In order to acquire more knowledge, members of the Hawk clan, and particularly Owl, are willing to pursue any adventure or challenge that life offers. Owls grow and mature with their tasks.

The Wind: During the time between November 23 and December 21 the wind blows from the West. This is a time of long nights and introspection. Nature also pulls back, preparing for the long winter. But nature's stillness only affects things on the surface. Hidden underground, inside trees, and below the snow, much is happening. In nature as well as in the human soul, this is when new ideas are born from nights dark and obscure.

Owl Character: With the elements fire, Owl people have an enduring strength that allows them to follow their high ideals and formidable goals. This is why people often think of them as haughty and arrogant. That does not bother Owl people. They know that there is more between heaven and earth than logic and materialism. They strive for a deeper understanding and a more profound truth.This is why Owl can be so committed to her ideals. She has plenty of enthusiasm and little difficulty inspiring others. She has great difficulty tolerating narrow-mindedness and restrictions. Owl people need a lot of freedom and independence to pursue their goals. After all, the world is a place much in need of improvement. A missionary zeal is not uncommon among Owls, and sometimes they overdo it and appear to be know-it-alls.I any case, Owls loves a good debate because during intense conversations ideas can be exchanged and new insights and attitudes developed. Generally speaking, Owls are open and very direct, sometimes to the point of tactlessness. Owls must learn to accept different opinions and idea.

Monday, May 10, 2010

I give love freely like the ocean flowing continuouslyI give love like ancient men thirsting for knowledgeMy love echoes thought centuriesMy love is timelessNo concept of space or timeTraveling though generations just to adore youMy only reason is to cherish you indefinitelyMy love rises above war, hatred and fearHealing wounds and incurable diseasesMy love is pure and strongMy love is five heartbeats pulsating strongerGiving you every ounce of meLoving you deeply and hard without thought, reason, or cause

Friday, May 7, 2010

I’ve been noticing the birds likely. It’s amazing we go along our business and we are a part of them as much as they are to us. They protect us and tell us so much about ourselves. We are truly connected. I want to spend a weekend in nature to allow the animals to teach me more things.

Not to along ago, a small bird was on the telephone wire at my home, chirping away and loud as ever. How could that sound come for such a little bird? I decided to try to imitate his sound. He chirped in his rhythm and I would follow with my so-called chirping answer. He finally flew away and I realized he was talking to the other birds and not me.

The next morning, as I waited for the city train, I noticed overhead, two mourning doves resting. A lady asked me a question about my walking sneakers and I missed the essence of the doves, they shortly flew away.

Three weeks prior, I was visited by them and I needed to know why. I would hear a woo, woo and thougt it was coming from an owl, but I asked a passenger at the same train station and found out it was a mourning dove.

I assumed they were my animal totems. I had to research further.

I found out; the virtue the dove possesses is Peace, prophecy, new ideas, purity, sexual energy, intimate relationships, creativity, family values, center calmness, tranquility, support, assistance, new relationships, peaceful transition from difficulty, powers of the feminine, patience, friendship.The dove is embodiment of maternal instinct. She is connected to Mother Earth and her creative energies.Her mournful call speaks to our deepest self and stirs our emotions.The voice of the dove is a rain song and brings us hope of a new beginning.The dove is the totem of “Between Times” and shows us the time of the thinning of the veils between the physical and the spiritual world. Near my home, there are a number of Mourning Doves that I hear calling from time to time. Someone once told me that they only call when they are in the shade, I presume if this is true, it’s because they want instinctively to make it more difficult for birds of prey and other predators to spot them. Ted Andrews mentions in his Book on the Animal Wise Tarot that when we hear a Dove calling, it indicates that life is about to settle, to become more peaceful and calm. This too I have found to be true and yet I have noticed one other thing: I almost always meet someone I could become interested in or have someone flirt with me outrageously shortly after hearing a Mourning Dove call! Males of this type of Dove call to attract a mate, and all Doves are sacred to the Goddess Aphrodite or Venus, the Goddess of love and sexual attraction. This is an important component to Dove medicine, for they are so often hunted by predators, their ability to reproduce rapidly and in very large numbers helps to insure their kind will survive. For many years I have been struck by how, to put it bluntly, unintelligent many Rock Doves appear to be. This is not a slam against Doves in general or against the folks that carry their medicine, not at all! Yet, Rock Doves really are not the most intelligent of birds and yet they thrive in vast numbers despite repeated attempts on their part to be run down by motor cars, bicyclists, pedestrians (of course I have seen vast numbers of humans here that do the same thing, simply amazing.) Drivers here I must confess do take pity on these birds and have come to a complete stop to allow one or more to saunter across the street as it doesn't seem to occur to them to try and fly out of the way. Perhaps it is because they do tend to nest and breed close to humans that they have simply lost their innate sense of self-preservation through fear of humans. This can be a warning to Dove people however, it’s important to recognize that not all people will have your best interests at heart and you may find yourself being "preyed" upon by others if you innocently go walking out into the middle of a busy thoroughfare with no thought that others may be aiming for you. Not all folks unfortunately, are kind enough to stop. What Rock Dove's do really well however and this I am sure helps to keep their populations at peak levels, is a mating dance that must be seen to be believed! The males puff out their feathers and dance, bobbing their heads and shaking their tail feathers, it’s really rather fascinating to watch. No matter what may be happening around them, they continue this dance focusing solely on the female. For Dove people, this is an indication that they too in order to be creative and productive they must focus solely on the tasks at hand and not allow others to infringe upon their space and focus. In doing so, Dove people will find they too can thrive and be highly productive!

Doves in general and the people that carry their medicine are truly some of the most gentle and giving creatures and people on the planet. There is a sense of innocence about them that many others are attracted to, though it’s important that Dove people do be aware that some of the attention might mean the other person is interested in them as a "meal"! It’s not uncommon for many Dove people to complain that their ideas or creative projects are snatched out from underneath them by those that seek to take short cuts and not do their own work. This often happens because the Dove person appears to be "defenseless" and Doves themselves are not known for having many obvious defenses against predators. These folks are not likely to want to make a fuss or hurt other people's feelings. While some Dove people do indeed learn to defend themselves and their work mightily, others find that be having numerous projects and ideas flowing, again we are back to the "reproducing" aspect of Dove medicine, that some of these will escape being stolen or used by others and the Dove person will finally receive the credit that is due them. Because of this too, it is important for Dove people to find ways of protecting their work and creative endeavors through other means such as copyrighting. Having something with a date on it can go a long way in proving that the Dove person had the idea first. It’s not so much a matter of trying to "beat out" everyone else as it is the principle of credit going where it is due.

Dove people often do carry a strong sexual energy and this can be used not only for intimate relationships but for creative endeavors as well. Not only is Dove sacred to Aphrodite but also in the very early Greek myths the Goddess Eurynome took the form of a Dove to lay an egg from which all of manifest life sprang. Because Doves are such gentle, peaceful birds, those who carry their energy may also find that they need lots of quiet and calm space in order to allow their creative energy to flourish. The same is often true of relationships, the Dove person finds things flow more smoothly when their home environment is as tranquil and peaceful as possible.

Doves are also associated with the Pleiades. In the myth, the daughters of Pleione and Atlas were being Pursued by Orion for seven years. They finally escaped when Zeus agreed to transform them into Doves. 7 is a mystical number and indicate an opening between this world and the mystical realms. Those with Dove as a totem often do seem to find that the number 7 appears for them frequently and has great significance and meaning. For some, it may be that they have felt pursued or dogged by something that has been long term and may last anywhere from 7 weeks to 7 years though thankfully not always nearly so long! It is important though that the Dove person understand that "rescue" will come and that the experience is meant to be transformative in some way. The person will find at the end that the boon they receive is so often much greater than the bane of the experience. The names of the sisters who flew into the sky to become the Pleiades are: Asterope, Merope, Alcyone, Maia, Electra, Taygete and Celaeno. Reading about them as individuals may also be helpful for a fuller understanding of Dove medicine. For example, in another myth, Alcyone was married to Ceyx and when he died, she was stricken with grief and threw herself into the sea. She was then transformed into a Halcyon, a relative of the Kingfisher, and she then came to represent the Halcyon days, a time at the Winter Solstice when the sea is especially calm and peaceful. Halcyon also represents prosperity, being free from cares and concerns about both the material as well as the spiritual world. For those who feel in resonance with Alcyone, it can indicate a time when the cares and burdens, even grief that one has been shouldering is about to come to an end and be transformed for the better.

Some things to pay attention to when Dove appears:

People often find that unexpected and unseen support and assistance comes when they need it most.

Travel is often indicated when Dove appears prominently, and this may include relocation to a new home.

A death, either physical (of someone one knows or is close to) or symbolic (within the individual) may occur and while it may bring grief, there is also quite often a sense of relief and gratitude that suffering has finally ended and peace will soon be at hand.

A new relationship may begin or an old one rekindled.

The ways and means of leaving a destructive or difficult situation is at hand. Life is about to become much more peaceful and satisfying on all levels.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I haven't meditate in such a long time. I haven't been getting up early enough to do. I'm so sleepy in the mornings and it's very challenging to get up early enough to spend that needed time. I didn't know how much I needed it this morning. Today, for the first time I wore a white sundress and I feel so light in spite of the weather.

This morning after meditating and leaving the house. I walked to the car and heard a bird singing,each time I stopped, he started singing again. I looked up to see where he was, I could hear him but not see him. Something said to me, talk to him and ask him to show himself so I called out to him and told him let me see him and it worked, shortly after, he flew lower onto the roof of the house and stopped. Shortly, he flew away. I thanked them.

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I love observing nature in the city, riding my bike, long walks,going to House Music parties, writing children's literature, short stories, poetry,reading,and meeting new people. Helping my teenager son prepare for college. Loving and growing with my significant other as I balance all and in between.